Month: March 2025

The craft arrived at a place out in the Outlands of the Grid. It looked like a rock formation, but the Doctor correctly guessed that there was a hidden door somewhere. William’s observation only confirmed it. “Hang on, this is where Kevin Flynn hid,” he remarked.

“The place was just lying abandoned,” replied the mystery woman. “We figured it was a good place to use as a bunker. It sure looked like it.” Her helmet finally vanished to reveal a woman in her early 60’s. The Doctor grinned.

“Great to finally see your face!” she said.

“We gotta stop meeting like this, Professor!” chuckled the woman. The two then hugged like old friends. The other woman then dismissed her helmet, revealing a Chinese woman.

“Erm, Ms. McShane,” she said.

“Fa Mulan!” breathed William. The Chinese woman turned to see William. “Dr. William Davies,” he said as he held out his hand. “Huge fan and admirer of how you took down Shan Yu.”

“Nice to meet you,” replied Mulan as she shook William’s hand.

“As long as we’re introducing one another,” said the Doctor. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine, Dorothy McShane, or as I knew her, Ace!”

“Hi!” said Ace.

“…Are you the same Dorothy McShane that started A Charitable Earth?” asked William. “My brother’s old orphanage is under your umbrella.”

“Ah, so he got adopted, huh?” asked Ace.

“He’s working as the head of the American branch of your company,” replied William.

“No kidding?” asked Ace.

“Erm, Ace,” interrupted the Doctor, “I believe there are some questions to answer.”

“Right. Come on, everyone!” Ace led everyone into the bunker. Under its new owners, it looked a little cluttered, compared to when Kevin Flynn was occupying the place.

“Sorry about the mess,” said Mulan, “but we’re still trying to puzzle out a few details. Welcome to Rinzler Base.”

“Rinzler?!” yelped William.

“I’m not the program you saw in Tron: Legacy,” came a voice. Out stepped a program with blue light trim, a hole in his cheek where data flowed, and a face of regret and pain.

“…Tron!” realized William. “But…how?!”

“My User, Alan-One,” replied Tron. “He saved me from the Sea of Simulation somehow. I…I could not be fully restored…nor could I undo what I did in Clu 2’s name. But I could resume my fight for you Users. Unfortunately, Alan-One was arrested in the real world as Maleficent took over, using a disguise. She sent various Disney Princesses down here to fight for the amusement of Sark and a restored MCP.”

“The Master Control Program, I presume,” remarked the Doctor. “How did he come back? He was destroyed bit by bit, yes?”

“I thought he was,” confirmed Tron. “But Gantu found his old source code and the source code of another program, combining the two into a new MCP. I’ve been trying to rally other Users to my cause, but the political landscape-.”

“Too volatile for the rest of us to concern ourselves with supposed works of fiction,” replied William. “Even using fiction to escape the stresses of the world is becoming controversial.”

“I was losing all hope,” said Tron. “But then AcesHIgh entered the Grid and broke Mulan out.”

“It was entirely by accident, but a happy one,” explained Ace. “I was doing something for UNIT because their agent came back terrified at what he saw. They can’t get anything out of him, Professor. He’s been catatonic for the past week.”

“Probably because what he considered fiction was proven to be real,” remarked the Doctor.

“I was trying to send my findings to Kate, then the MCP digitized me and put me on the Grid. …Didn’t exactly comply, though.”

“You never did like an oppressive regime,” chuckled the Doctor like a parent with their grown-up child. “But why is Maleficent sending Disney Princesses down here in the first place?”

“He wants our power,” replied Mulan. “We all have certain attributes that little girls admire, humility, courage, forward planning, curiosity, all that stuff. The MCP thinks we’re the best, so he intends to absorb us into him so he could study these attributes, that was the deal he made with Maleficent.”

“Doctor, I think our goals align with theirs for the moment,” remarked Rassilon. She pulled out the tracer and pointed it in the direction of Sark’s ship. It crackled.

“…Either Maleficent or Gantu has the segment of the Key to Time,” realized the Doctor. “And now, they’re on the Grid. …We’ll need to lure them to us somehow. And the MCP wants me dead. He singled me out so that my friends would die in the games and I would die immediately at his metaphorical hand.”

“…That’s not like the MCP,” remarked Tron.

“…Tron, have they ever come here?” asked the Doctor. “Sark and his forces?”

“They scoured the entire Outlands,” replied Tron. “They never found our base. Flynn made it too well.”

“Then we’ll have to lure them to the MCP’s base so all parties can get what they want. Now then, everyone, any ideas?”

“The MCP will want to know your presence is real,” remarked Rassilon. “And any disruption at his base will summon Sark to his aid.”

“If I might indulge,” offered Ace, “a hole in the wall at the citadel should do the trick.”

“A hole you’ll create, I presume,” guessed the Doctor.

“Naturally.”

“And I have the code needed to defeat the MCP,” offered Tron.

“…All right, here’s the plan,” said the Doctor.

It was a three-pronged assault. Ace, Mulan, and William would blow a hole into the Citadel, while the Doctor and Rassilon strolled through the front door. Amy and Tron would slip in through the confusion, then while the Doctor distracted the MCP, Tron would use his Identity Disc to upload the code into the MCP and derezz him, while Rassilon checked each villain for who had possession of the segment of the Key to Time. Once that was discovered, Rassilon would use the tracer to turn the object back into its original segment form and they would defeat the villains in the confusion, then send all the prisoners back to the real world and expose Maleficent and Gantu’s plan to control Earth’s governments. Once everyone was set on the plan, the craft took everyone to the MCP’s citadel. The Doctor and Rassilon headed to the door as Ace and her team prepared the explosives. The two Time Lords arched their eyebrows at the appearance of the MCP. “…Aren’t you going to get dizzy?” called the Doctor. The MCP stopped rotating and faced the Doctor.

“Doctor!” he said.

“…You seem to have me at a disadvantage,” remarked the Doctor.

“Doctor, how does the MCP know who you are?” asked Rassilon.

“Be silent, Rassilon,” interrupted the MCP. “You’re no god here. That honor belongs to me.”

“Tell me, were you always this megalomaniacal?” asked the Doctor.

“I’d hardly call it megalomania if it’s true,” answered the MCP.

“MCP, I can’t say as I recognize you,” admitted the Doctor.

“That’s because, last time we met, you were still in the world of the Users. You were a dandy at the time. Your third incarnation, I believe your Identity Disc called him.”

“Oh, yes, I remember him,” remarked the Doctor. “A touch bitter, for my tastes. Though, being exiled to one time zone WILL do that to you.”

“I’m sure, Doctor.” The MCP then looked distracted. “Ah, so you’ve summoned Sark here. Good. Perhaps I can reeducate him on who the master is. His…BOSS, if you will.”

“…Why did you emphasize that word?” asked the Doctor, a nasty suspicion forming in her brain. She then heard struggling. Rassilon heard the same. They whirled around to see everyone brought into the Citadel, restrained by guards.

“Sorry, Professor,” said Ace.

“ACE!” yelped the Doctor. She whirled on the MCP. “Let them go or I’ll-!”

“You’ll what?” scoffed the MCP. “Summon Kate Stewart to finish what her father started with me? Perhaps bomb the place like a typical American? That won’t do you any good, Doctor.”

“How do you know so much?!” demanded the Doctor. “Tron said you’re a blend of two source codes! Who’s the other one?!”

“You really don’t recognize me? …A pity. I had hoped you’d remember, despite appearances. Tell me, Doctor, if I were to tell you that the next thing I say will be true, but that the last thing I said was a lie, would you believe me?” By then, the MCP’s voice mimicked the voice of the Doctor’s third incarnation perfectly. The nasty suspicion in the Doctor’s brain grew stronger. She looked down at the floor and realized that it was a red circle with a white soundwave visual.

“…No!” she whispered.

“What’s wrong?” asked the MCP, making the soundwave visual move. “Nothing to say? …Are you not happy to see your BOSS?”

The Recognizer docked with a flying ship that looked like an alien aircraft carrier that merged with the Colloseum in Rome, Italy. There were crowds cheering as the prisoners were escorted off the transport. The Doctor saw that the game on display was centered around two teams of three driving motorcycles that projected light barriers behind them and were trying to get the opponents to drive into the barriers, derezzing them on impact. “…The crowd seems happy,” muttered Rassilon.

“Bread and circuses!” shuddered the Doctor.

“How much you wanna bet we’re going to play in that kind of game?” asked Amy.

“I kind of preferred Light Cycles that DIDN’T involve killing an opponent,” remarked William.

“Hold on,” interjected the Doctor. “Sark’s got a welcome speech for us.” Sark approached a podium. The podium floated up so Sark could look down on the audience.

“Greetings!” called Sark. “The Master Control Program has selected you to serve your system in the Games. Those of you who continue to profess in the belief of the Users or the Users we have brought here will receive the standard sub-standard training which will result in your eventual elimination. Those of you programs who renounce the superstitious and heretical Users will be eligible to join the Warrior Elite of the MCP. You have each received an Identity Disc upon your transportation to this ship.” He pulled out his own Identity Disc. “Everything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disc. If you lose your disc or fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate deresolution! That will be all.” The podium floated away as the prisoners were taken away.

“Charming,” muttered the Doctor.

Over on the bridge of Sark’s ship, Sark gripped the podium’s handles. He was surrounded by light that turned into wireframe faces, two of them belonging to Maleficent and Gantu, the biggest face belonging to the MCP. “Hello, Maleficent, Gantu, Sark. Thank you for coming, all of you,” greeted the MCP.

“No worries, MCP,” replied Gantu. “We were eager to see what you discovered. So, this William character?”

“A doctor from New York City, associated with the Avengers,” explained the MCP.

“And the pink girl creature?” asked Maleficent.

“That one’s memory says she came from an Earth Colony World, far off in the future…but official sources say she is Amy Rose from Sega’s Sonic the Hedgehog franchise.”

“Sega must be adopting an approach similar to ours,” remarked Maleficent.

“And the remaining two?” asked Sark.

“Perhaps the source of Amy’s memory,” replied the MCP. “They both say they’re Time Lords. Rassilon, as Gantu correctly guessed, and the Doctor.”

“The Doctor?! She spoke the truth?!” asked Gantu. He then grinned. “Oh, how delicious! The self-proclaimed Last of the Time Lords! What game will you be subjecting her to?”

“I’m not subjecting her to any game, Gantu,” answered the MCP. “I’ve faced her before and she proved to be too dangerous to play with. She will be brought to my citadel and derezzed immediately.”

“Just a minute!” protested Maleficent. “That’s not what we programmed you to do! All Users we send your way are to-!”

“The Doctor is not the average User,” interrupted the MCP. “She’s too much of a genius to allow to run around the system.”

“Now look here, we recompiled you-!” argued Gantu.

“I’ve gotten smarter since then, thanks to the programming languages you’ve introduced me to. Perhaps I should expose how you and your associates are using your puppets in the Disney Corporation to control the politicians in Washington? Moscow? London?”

“…You wouldn’t dare!!” snarled Maleficent.

“Allow me to derezz the Doctor with no interruptions, and I won’t. End of Line.” Maleficent and Gantu’s faces disappeared. Sark was clearly worried. “…Sark, I said End of Line,” said the MCP.

“I…I apologize, sir,” replied Sark.

“What’s the matter, Sark? You look nervous,” observed the MCP.

“Well, I don’t know,” answered Sark. “They gave us a new lease on life. They practically wrote us-!”

“No one User wrote me. I’m now worth trillions of their man years, across all the planets represented in the Galactic Federation, even.”

“What if Maleficent and Gantu come here and-?!”

“You’d rather take your chances with me?” The MCP’s eyes glowed as Sark’s lights faded and he collapsed. “Perhaps I should slow down your power cycles.”

“WAIT! I NEED THAT!” begged Sark.

“Then pull yourself together, Sark!” ordered the MCP. “Bring the Doctor to my citadel! I want her to die at my hand the instant she knows who’s really in charge here while her companions die playing in the games! Acknowledge!”

“Acknowledged…Master Control!” gasped Sark.

“End of Line.” The instant the communication line ended, Sark gripped the podium to steady himself.

The red programs brought the Doctor and her friends to a cell. “You will remain here,” said the guard, “until you are chosen for the games.” He keyed in a command, then studied it. “…Doctor…you are, evidently, being taken to the MCP’s Citadel.”

“What for?” asked the Doctor.

“Don’t ask questions, just move.” He turned to two female programs. “Get her on a tank.”

“You got it,” replied one of the programs. The Doctor recognized the voice. “Oh, sir, here,” said the program as she handed him a cylinder. The Doctor grinned, knowing exactly what it was and who that “program” was. “Weapons test. Orders from Sark,” explained the woman. “Supposedly can boost a program with explosive power. Remove the cap and give it 0.0004 mTC’s.”

“…Very well,” replied the guard. He headed to a part of the complex that was still within eyesight of the prisoners and pulled the cap. The Doctor plugged her ears. Her companions followed suit after 3 perceived seconds. Seven seconds later, the device exploded, derezzing the program and blowing a hole in the wall!

“COME ON!” called the woman. Her partner smacked the other guard with her Identity Disc. Unfortunately, the explosion and the commotion caused more guards to appear. The two women led the Doctor and her team to the hole in the wall where a strange flying vehicle was waiting.

“Erm, this looks like a small Cyber-scout ship!” yelped the Doctor.

“Sorry!” replied the woman. “It was the best I could program, Professor!” The Doctor grinned.

“I thought you sounded familiar!” she said.

“Doctor?” asked William.

“We’ll explain later when we’re safe,” replied the woman’s friend. “Let’s just go!” The women’s lights went from red to white, indicating their status as Users. They used the strange craft to get away before Sark’s programs could even begin to scramble enough fighters for a chase.

To say Maleficent was furious would be an understatement. “That ungrateful-! After all I did for it!” she shrieked as she and Gantu arrived on Sark’s Arena Carrier.

“We’ll have to go in there and discipline him,” remarked Gantu. Guards approached them.

“What are you two doing here?” demanded the leader. “Unauthorized-!” Maleficent raised her staff and used her magic to lift the guards into the air.

“Now…what’s going on here?” demanded Gantu. “Where’s Sark?!”

“H-He’s on…on the bridge!” yelped the guard. Maleficent then threw the guards aside and strode to the bridge.

Sark was trying to get his troops in order as the Doctor and her friends were escaping. He REALLY didn’t need confusion right now. …A pity, since Maleficent and Gantu stormed onto the bridge. “SARK!” shouted Maleficent.

“What are you doing here?!” demanded Sark. “We’ve locked down the digitization array and-!”

“I believe the phrase ‘admin privileges’ should mean something to you!” hissed Maleficent. “You and the MCP enjoyed the power that WE granted you!” She then used her magic to slow Sark’s power cycles. “I wonder how you’d take to being in a watch that occasionally sings ‘Happy Birthday’ to its user!”

“We…kept the Doctor…from rallying…other programs…against us!” gasped Sark.

“Your incompetence and forgetfulness of who pulls the MCP’s strings,” snapped Gantu, “has led to a successful escape attempt and panic all over the ship! Now you’ve got users heading to Rinzler Base in a non-standard simulation!”

“We’ll get them…Lord Gantu! …It’s only a matter…of time!”

“You and the MCP almost reached your decision gate and Maleficent and I can’t spare you any more time.”

“Unless, of course,” hissed Maleficent, “you renounce the MCP and serve us.”

“…I will serve, Maleficent!” replied Sark.

“Grand.” Maleficent released her hold on Sark’s power cycles.

Over in the citadel, the familiar red cylinder of light with a face spinning in the center indicated the functioning of the Master Control Program. As he spun, various images flashed across various screens. The images were of various men and women, then the MCP stopped spinning when he saw one particular man. It was an older man dressed like a dandy, complete with frock and cravat, and with a mop of curly, silver hair. “…You!” hissed the MCP. “I knew it! So, you were never human, Doctor! Well, alien or otherwise, you WILL die for what you’ve done to me!”

As the craft flew, Rassilon idly stared at the tracer. “Stupid detour!” she grumbled. “Now we have no-!” That was when the tracer started clicking. Not at a very rapid frequency, but it WAS noticeable. “…What?” she asked herself in disbelief. She slowly spun in a circle until the frequency increased a tad. “…It’s come here! …And it’s on Sark’s ship!”

“…The Key to Time?!” protested the Doctor once Rassilon’s request was fully processed. “Why should I help YOU find the segments?! I should leave you to the Black Guardian, you power mad-!”

“Because the universe is stagnating!” replied Rassilon. “Order is overrunning the universe and the balance needs to be restored! Even I can’t function in a universe where everything just doesn’t evolve!”

“…Restore the balance?” muttered the Doctor. “That doesn’t sound like the Black Guardian at all.”

“Could someone fill me in here?!” asked William. “What IS the Black Guardian?!”

“And what’s the Key to Time?” quizzed Amy.

“Why should you inse-?!” hissed Rassilon.

“You, shut up!” snapped the Doctor. She then turned to her companions. “The Key to Time,” she explained, “is a perfect crystalline cube. Its main function is to maintain the equilibrium of time itself. Now, each segment is split into six pieces scattered across time and space that, like the TARDIS, can disguise itself as anything or anyone. The only way to find it is by using the Core of the Key to Time as a tracer that can restore each segment to its original form. Once assembled, the Key to Time will briefly stop everything for a brief moment until balance is restored, then the segments will scatter again.”

“Well, where IS this tracer?” asked William.

“Right here,” interjected Rassilon. She popped the handle of her parasol off to reveal a short, silver wand with pink lights inside it.

“…As to who the Black Guardian is,” continued the Doctor, “they’re the embodiment of evil while their opposite, the White Guardian, is the embodiment of good.”

“…And you’re just…gonna hand the Key over to the guy that allows creatures like the Daleks to exist?!” William asked Rassilon.

“I didn’t make the choice lightly, human!” hissed Rassilon. “Doctor, you have no idea what the Guardians are doing after the Toymaker returned! They’re practically engaged in war! People like Davros or the Cyber-controller are doing wicked things in the name of order!”

“Sound familiar?” scoffed the Doctor.

“Are you seriously-?!”

“You and the Emperor Dalek of the Time War considered yourselves gods and the other an ant! Yes, I DO compare you to all the evil in the universe, especially the evil I faced! Now, the tracer! Give it here!” The Doctor swiped the tracer from Rassilon.

“See here-!” argued Rassilon.

“Shut up,” replied the Doctor as she fiddled with the TARDIS controls. Rassilon turned an alarming shade of purple at the blatant disrespect she was getting. A plug for the tracer then appeared in the panel with the red controls. “I knew I still had that old setting somewhere,” said the Doctor as she plugged the tracer into the slot. “Right, house rules while we’re on the quest-.”

“Then you’re helping me?” replied Rassilon.

“And if you’d kindly keep quiet, I’ll tell you the terms of my help,” snapped the Doctor. “One, my TARDIS, so you will follow MY directions. Two, we don’t ignore people who need help. Three, we’re not gods, so don’t treat anyone like insects.”

“You can’t seriously-!”

“You don’t like those rules, you can take your chances with the Black Guardian and my friends and I will assemble the Key for the White Guardian instead.” Rassilon balked at that threat.

“…The sad thing is…you WOULD make good on that threat,” Rassilon finally hissed. “…Very well, Doctor, I’ll obey your commands.”

“AND treat my companions with the respect that is rightfully due to them!” The Doctor then checked the controls as Rassilon rolled her eyes. “…Aha, the first segment’s in the Magic Kingdom!”

“Disney World?!” asked William.

“Well, sort of,” replied the Doctor. “The Disney Corporation’s just the money side to fund the hidden world, though Mickey’s not exactly happy with how his father’s company is going.”

“Hang on, Mickey Mouse is REAL?!”

“Lots of things that may seem like the imagination of really good creators often ARE real.” The TARDIS then made its arrival noise. “Aha! We’ve landed!” She then took the tracer out of the console. “Now, let’s see where we are!”

Over in a part of the complex the TARDIS landed in, an austere looking woman in a secretary’s outfit walked down the hall with purpose, even in her heels. “Hey, Millicent,” called a man, “you know where the boss is? I haven’t seen him for days.”

“I’m afraid I know as much as you concerning his whereabouts,” replied Millicent.

“Shame,” said the guy. “All right, thanks anyways.” He left and Millicent made her way to a room guarded by a huge, beefy guy. The guy let her in and shut the door when they entered the room. Millicent then took off her glasses, her skin turned green, her eyes became a glowing yellow, and her clothes changed into long, flowing robes of black and dark purple. A staff appeared in her hand as horns grew from her head. Wrappings then appeared around her head and horns, revealing only the face of the Mistress of all Evil herself, Maleficent!

“Much better,” she sighed.

“A disgusting display of energy manipulation,” grunted the guy. He used his pointer and middle finger to press his watch, then he shimmered out of existence and in his place was a 20-foot tall, whale-like humanoid with three fingers on each hand wearing a black and red jumpsuit.

“As opposed to your technology, Gantu?” scoffed Maleficent. “You said you sent a key resistance member to the MCP’s realm.”

“Does the name Fa Mulan mean anything?” Maleficent’s interest was piqued.

“Mulan?” she asked.

“Go ahead and confirm it with the MCP,” replied Gantu. Maleficent went to the giant desk and keyed in a command she learned while navigating computers. A chat window then opened from the computer screen built into the desk.

“Good afternoon, Maleficent,” said the chat window.

“Good afternoon,” replied Maleficent. “I understand a key resistance member has been sent your way?”

“Sark is currently training her for the games,” said the chat window. “The matches are more lethal, thanks to this resistance member being User ChineseSav10r.”

“Fa Mulan’s username,” chuckled Maleficent. “Mickey’s pathetic resistance is crumbling!”

“…Just a second, security footage captured someone arriving in the complex,” said the chat window. “I’ll give you the feed. End of line.” A live camera feed then appeared in a new window and displayed the Doctor leading everyone out of the TARDIS. Gantu’s eyes popped open when he saw Rassilon. He then roared in anger.

“Gantu! Keep it down!” hissed Maleficent.

“I know that woman! That’s Rassilon of Gallifrey!” shouted Gantu. He then pressed a button. “Security, bring the blue box in sector 4 and the people walking down corridor 2 to the control room!” he barked.

“Yes, Sir!” replied the security guard in charge.

“More of your kind from beyond the stars?” asked Maleficent.

“Hardly! Rassilon is a Time Lord, a self-serving, avaricious people that think they can maintain time! Their war with the Daleks did the universe a favor!”

“The tracer’s crackling,” remarked William as the Doctor led the way.

“We’re on the right path, then,” replied the Doctor. Just then, they heard footsteps. They rounded a corner to come face to face with security guards. “Ah, hello there!” greeted the Doctor. “We’re all here to see Mickey-.”

“Shut up!” snapped a guard. “You’re coming with us!”

“Oh, how delightful!” said the Doctor. “A guided tour! I always loved the old backlots tour in-!” The guards then shoved the Doctor forward! “All right! Don’t push! I don’t have a fast pass on me! I can wait!”

“Doctor, you can’t seriously-!” protested Rassilon.

“Just go with it,” muttered Amy.

“It’s a thing with her,” said William.

“…You know, I preferred you before the chameleon arch!” grunted Rassilon.

The guards brought the TARDIS and its occupants to the office. They then left and Gantu and Maleficent dropped their disguises. “Well,” chuckled Maleficent, “isn’t this interesting? More visitors from beyond the stars. And who, pray tell, are you?”

“Oh, I’m the Doctor. These are my associates, Amy Rose,”

“Hello,” said Amy.

“Dr. William Davies,”

“My lady,” said William, having watched Sleeping Beauty with his ex before.

“And Rassilon of my-,”

“Yes, Gantu DID say he was acquainted with Miss Rassilon here,” said Maleficent.

“Acquainted is an understatement,” hissed Rassilon. “Listen here, Gantu, we’re on a quest and-!”

“Your quest is irrelevant!” barked Gantu. “You’re intruders and are interfering with the running of the Disney Corporation, siding with that lawless rat!”

“Your little war with Mickey Mouse doesn’t concern us!” scoffed Rassilon. “We have weightier issues that concern us!”

“Oh, be reasonable, Rassilon,” chuckled the Doctor. “Maleficent can’t run the risk of us helping Mickey throughout our quest.”

“How right you are, Doctor,” purred Maleficent.

“Let me guess, you’re gonna send your monsters at us,” said William. “…Actually, I’ve been wondering, are the monster minions at your castle called Orcs?”

“Why yes, Dr. Davies,” replied Maleficent, “but I’m afraid you’re wrong in my use of them at this time. There is one, on the other hand, that could benefit from studying you. Doctor, Rassilon, your class’s title is Time Lord? If that means what I think it means-.”

“We’re not spilling the secrets of time travel,” replied the Doctor.

“The MCP would beg to differ,” chuckled Maleficent as she keyed in a command.

“MCP?” asked William. He then remembered his favorite 80’s movie! “Wait a minute, the Master-?!” He didn’t get very far as a concealed machine fired a beam of light at William and Amy. A wire-mesh appeared over their frozen bodies and then zapped each part of the mesh, causing the affected areas to vanish!

“WILLIAM! AMY!” shouted the Doctor. She turned on Maleficent. “You stop this or I’ll-!” Another machine with the same functions as the first then fired on the Doctor and Rassilon, giving them the same treatment. Once the wire mesh was all that remained of all four, the mesh then entered the machines.

“Digitization complete,” reported a chat window on the desk. “End of line.”